They would reach
Graniteville without mishap. But the return trip to-morrow? A falling
barometer could not have made him feel more certain of an approaching
storm. He began to question the disinterestedness which had led him to
show Miss Slocum the splendor of the winter landscape. The girl's gay
chatter could not drown the voice of his accusing conscience.
Fortunately for Mat, at this juncture Dr. Mason came to the rescue like
a fairy godfather.
They picked the doctor up at North Bloomfield. His baggage included not
only his skis and medicine-case but a violin as well. For the doctor was
a musical genius; and it had been his proud achievement to construct his
own instrument, which friends vowed was as excellent as a Stradivarius.
Often of a winter evening his music was more sought after than his
medicine. Mamie was delighted.
"So there's going to be a party to-night," she exclaimed. Mat promptly
seized the opportunity to secure the lion's share of the dances, and
immediately congratulated himself upon the approach of the storm, hoping
it might bring a whole series of parties.
"Bless you, my children," said the doctor, "it will be a pleasure to
call off the figures for the likes of you.
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